Questions
How is it, that after all these years; we can pick up like no time has passed?
How is it, that I let you get away, so long ago, without saying what I wanted to say?
How is it, that all I can think about is you?
How is it, that I still dream you could be my sweetheart again?
Why do you live so far away, in the arms of another?
Why do I worry if he deserves you, when I know that I do not?
Why did I waste so many years, holding onto another that didn't even care?
Why am I not mourning those lost years for what they were, instead for what they could have been?
Why would you even care?
Why do I know the answers to most of my questions, yet still ask them?
I regret that my love and faithfulness was wasted on another, I do not regret that she is gone.
I wish I could embrace you with all of my heart, and feel your embrace fully in return.
I feel guilt, that I envy the one who does embrace you, not knowing if he cares.
I dream things were different, and my home could be yours.
I fight my consious, as I despise thieves.
I want to steal your heart, and hold you in my arms, never to let you go again.
I know you.
I miss you.
I want you.
I sigh.
I Love you.
I Love you.
I Love you.
I Love you.
I Love you.
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